Saturday, February 15, 2014
The Beast of Bransbury and further F******* Puddles
"another chuffing tree down, but at least this one’s on dry land and not laid in another f****** puddle!"
If I had gone at this tree while it was still standing there is no doubt that I would have broken something.
Madams’ shed could have been flattened, the three lines of electricity that cross the garden left flapping, or several windows or walls left battered. The Good Lord laid this tree down with precision and the deftest of touch that broke nothing more than my best plant pot, I may even take in the “God Channel” during a lull in Match of the Day probably when Sir Shearer is on,
Say what you see Alan.
Alan: Well he’s taken it down on his chest and he’s kicked it toward the goal and the goalkeeper hasn’t saved it and it’s gone into the net, so it’s a goal
Gary: Thanks for the insight Alan . In today’s game at the Emirates.............
It’ll take a few days to clear up, and there was a hairy moment in the afternoon when the whole thing slipped eighteen inches down the bank, but the roof is now sheeted over and the tree lies in a million pieces in the garden awaiting storage. On the upside it couldn’t be closer to the log basket so with my time and motion head on it may be stacked in the garden ,as long as we leave space for the “cue ce barb” and a couple of chairs we’ll live with it this summer.
Thanks to all the offers of help in dealing with the busted boughs.
There’s no direct route to be had around here, with many minor roads and the odd major road closed across the county. Half an hour later, after a distance of nearly twenty miles (please note Mr/Mrs/ Miss Taxman)The three hundred acre lake had yet to materialise but there was flooding in the meadows.
Strange days indeed (you’ve done that one to death ed)